They queued up one by one by one,
They laid their necks upon the space,
That had been blunted by generations,
Of freedom so the blade above was forgotten,

They spewed anger into the streets,
Again and again with blood letting,
Pulverised the apples
They left the rotten core,

They queued up one by one by one,
Lost and afraid and turned to fear,
By those seeking scapegoats and straw men,
The burnings began with a flag not a book

Luckily it failed
As the fires that would be – failed
All those flames that would have wiped out homes
Families – tamed by regulations
And yes that is a double edged blade
But one that can be honed and perfected
If not mangled and melted

They burnt the homeless mans tent
All he had within
by the KFC
They… wanted out
They… feel powerless, they are askewed
And I told you treat people like shit
They will believe in that shit
They will become that shit
They will cling on by finger nails of reasoning
They are reactionary
They are not stupid
They are in survival mode
Be grateful if you’ve never known it

You drove the wedge
Sinking it deeper in financial lines
You laughed at expletives used as words
You decided that those there, they are beneath you
No education, no prospects,
No realisation of the rights they posess,
But you don’t know how hard it is to climb out
You don’t see the hollow cheeks of despair
The despised in the food line
Aggressive architecture to stop the homeless resting
The charity warehouses and centres closed

People on the edge
People growing weary
People ready to bite
They bit
The hate is unleashed

I vote remain
They vote go
You vote maybe one way maybe not

And the fists are primed
And we are the meat
All of us are the meat
Pounded and pulverised
The meat
That’s US
Us within or without
But within at least we wont be cut
As much

Don’t be brave
Brave people do stupid things
Don’t vote with your heart
That again is a reactionary thing
Stop… look and think!

What do I want?
What about the other?
Crack down the wall of us and them
Tribalism is cannibalism
Don’t condemn the opposition
Let them speak
Listen and…
Then debate
No name calls
Or flotillas on the Thames
Amusing as it all is
It is dire in it’s consequence

We queue up one by one by one
We queue….
We wait
What ever the result
I hope we have not unleashed the plague
Of Fascism.

Posted: Thursday, June 23rd, 2016 @ 11:56 am
Categories: Poems, Political.
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